http://www.grilledcheesenyc.com/
I don't know what makes me more excited about this - the existence of a grilled cheese themed restaurant or the knowledge that someone on the planet who isn't me thinks that this is a good idea!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Find of the Century
Bench Buddy just discovered that we can listen to Indie Pop Rocks without ITunes on SomaFM!!!
Consequently we have been trying to get our computers to play in stereo for the last ten minutes, but no matter what we do my computer is milliseconds ahead of his. Why? Don't know. You'd think they would be in sync. We've been playing "One, two, three... NOW." Then it was "One, two, three.... NOW" and then me starting mine an arbitrary amount of milliseconds later, but no matter what, mine is still ahead. Curses.
This would not happen if we were allowed to have ITunes.
Consequently we have been trying to get our computers to play in stereo for the last ten minutes, but no matter what we do my computer is milliseconds ahead of his. Why? Don't know. You'd think they would be in sync. We've been playing "One, two, three... NOW." Then it was "One, two, three.... NOW" and then me starting mine an arbitrary amount of milliseconds later, but no matter what, mine is still ahead. Curses.
This would not happen if we were allowed to have ITunes.
Head Shot
http://villagevoice.com/news/0506,murphy,60897,6.html
I am glad someone wrote this article. I've been peeved with the way the media has been obsessed with the Nicole duFresne murder, plastering her head shot everywhere, referring to her as "an actress" and "a beauty."
People are murdered all the time in NY. They aren't usually, however, pretty and white.
It is an awful thing. Truly awful.
The sensationalism, as well, is truly awful. The drama - she died in her fiance's arms! Why was her fiance so quick to talk about this? Why wasn't he just, well, sad? I'm surprised we haven't seen his head shots yet.
Or, maybe people are obsessed for good reasons, to teach New Yorkers what NOT to do in a mugging. My mother, frantic, was like "Oh my god - do you live near there? Do you go out there? Oh my, oh my, oh my." I said "Mom, seriously, the resurgence of McGruff the Crime Dog has taught me not to antagonize muggers. I'll just give them the money instead of taunting them. You have nothing to worry about."
Seriously. I saw a picture of McGruff the Crime Dog somewhere online with a list of things to-do and not-to-do while being mugged.
This is a terrible thing, and scary, and upsetting, and sad, and she didn't deserve this, antagonism towards the mugger or not. This is not, however, non-stop-updates worthy.
Bah. I just think seeing her headshot non-stop is deranged.
I am glad someone wrote this article. I've been peeved with the way the media has been obsessed with the Nicole duFresne murder, plastering her head shot everywhere, referring to her as "an actress" and "a beauty."
People are murdered all the time in NY. They aren't usually, however, pretty and white.
It is an awful thing. Truly awful.
The sensationalism, as well, is truly awful. The drama - she died in her fiance's arms! Why was her fiance so quick to talk about this? Why wasn't he just, well, sad? I'm surprised we haven't seen his head shots yet.
Or, maybe people are obsessed for good reasons, to teach New Yorkers what NOT to do in a mugging. My mother, frantic, was like "Oh my god - do you live near there? Do you go out there? Oh my, oh my, oh my." I said "Mom, seriously, the resurgence of McGruff the Crime Dog has taught me not to antagonize muggers. I'll just give them the money instead of taunting them. You have nothing to worry about."
Seriously. I saw a picture of McGruff the Crime Dog somewhere online with a list of things to-do and not-to-do while being mugged.
This is a terrible thing, and scary, and upsetting, and sad, and she didn't deserve this, antagonism towards the mugger or not. This is not, however, non-stop-updates worthy.
Bah. I just think seeing her headshot non-stop is deranged.
Imaginary Heroes
We watched a movie called Imaginary Heroes last night in class. It was magnificent. It starred Sigourney Weaver and Jeff Daniels in a story about a family that falls apart after a tragedy. Each member of the family falls apart in a different way, and without communicating it. It was charming, affectionate and difficult. It oscillated between comedy and agony. It was consistently powerful. It had emotional depth along with an interesting story.
I cried like a baby during one scene. It was one of those instances when you're watching a scene in a movie that you know you'll never, ever forget. One of the cool things about this movie is that the viewer finds out information as the characters do, so you are unprepared for certain things, as are the characters.
You must all see it.
The special guest was... Sigourney Weaver, who is stunning to look at. I was starstruck for the first half, but eventually it seemed normal to be in class with Sigourney Weaver.
She talked about the differences between theater and film, the differences between living in LA and NY (she was raised in NYC and has no intention of ever leaving; she spoke about how people in LA are solely focused on the business and what other people are doing and movies and film and there's really nothing else but who knows who and who's seen where and who can hook you up with whom; whereas in New York, people have all sorts of jobs and whatever they're doing, they think its the most important thing in the world), directors who yell, what she looks for in a screenplay, and fame. She was elegant, and humble. She said that she looks more for being part of something amazing, rather than how many lines she gets or what part she'll play. She said she looks for scripts in which she'd be willing to play any part because she believes so strongly in the story.
In the second Dawson's Creek moment of my life, D was waiting for me outside of class after just having returned from Savannah! I was so surprised to see him, felt like I hadn't seen him in weeks, and couldn't believe that he was cuter than I remembered. When we got to his apartment, he gave me a present and we acted like we hadn't seen each other in weeks.
Does anyone else out there have any Dawson's Creek moments they'd like to share? These are moments of romance and drama seen only on TV and in movies. You know, rose petals, being chased through an airport after a breakup, being serenaded by a boy outside your bedroom window while you still live with your parents, thinking the relationship is over until you are tracked down at your prostitute friend's apartment by a rich man who is afraid of heights, you know. Think Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts or Katie Holmes. Think formula. Think tears of joy.
I am also wondering if my jealous tendencies, like my irrational romantic tendencies, are the result of having watched too much TV as a child and too many movies as a grownup. TV and romantic comedies make you play into these false ideals of romance and what can and should work and what can and should be expected.
As M and I have discussed, on TV, whenever a man and woman are alone together on screen, you know they'll end up together, regardless of who they are and regardless of whether or not they should. This often leads to everyone sleeping with one another like on 90210 or Melrose Place, and inevitably to cheating. Throw someone new into the mix and you know its bad news for Brandon and Kelly. It always is! No new character can be trusted!!!!
Where am I going with this? No idea.
I guess I am just wondering if anyone has experienced any television episodes in their real lives.
That is all.
I cried like a baby during one scene. It was one of those instances when you're watching a scene in a movie that you know you'll never, ever forget. One of the cool things about this movie is that the viewer finds out information as the characters do, so you are unprepared for certain things, as are the characters.
You must all see it.
The special guest was... Sigourney Weaver, who is stunning to look at. I was starstruck for the first half, but eventually it seemed normal to be in class with Sigourney Weaver.
She talked about the differences between theater and film, the differences between living in LA and NY (she was raised in NYC and has no intention of ever leaving; she spoke about how people in LA are solely focused on the business and what other people are doing and movies and film and there's really nothing else but who knows who and who's seen where and who can hook you up with whom; whereas in New York, people have all sorts of jobs and whatever they're doing, they think its the most important thing in the world), directors who yell, what she looks for in a screenplay, and fame. She was elegant, and humble. She said that she looks more for being part of something amazing, rather than how many lines she gets or what part she'll play. She said she looks for scripts in which she'd be willing to play any part because she believes so strongly in the story.
In the second Dawson's Creek moment of my life, D was waiting for me outside of class after just having returned from Savannah! I was so surprised to see him, felt like I hadn't seen him in weeks, and couldn't believe that he was cuter than I remembered. When we got to his apartment, he gave me a present and we acted like we hadn't seen each other in weeks.
Does anyone else out there have any Dawson's Creek moments they'd like to share? These are moments of romance and drama seen only on TV and in movies. You know, rose petals, being chased through an airport after a breakup, being serenaded by a boy outside your bedroom window while you still live with your parents, thinking the relationship is over until you are tracked down at your prostitute friend's apartment by a rich man who is afraid of heights, you know. Think Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts or Katie Holmes. Think formula. Think tears of joy.
I am also wondering if my jealous tendencies, like my irrational romantic tendencies, are the result of having watched too much TV as a child and too many movies as a grownup. TV and romantic comedies make you play into these false ideals of romance and what can and should work and what can and should be expected.
As M and I have discussed, on TV, whenever a man and woman are alone together on screen, you know they'll end up together, regardless of who they are and regardless of whether or not they should. This often leads to everyone sleeping with one another like on 90210 or Melrose Place, and inevitably to cheating. Throw someone new into the mix and you know its bad news for Brandon and Kelly. It always is! No new character can be trusted!!!!
Where am I going with this? No idea.
I guess I am just wondering if anyone has experienced any television episodes in their real lives.
That is all.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Other People's Blogs
I don't particularly have anything to say. I had to wake up early today. Meetings meeting meetings. I am tired.
Consequently I am reading blogs, mainly New York-centric ones. There is so much going on in NY. There are blogs about blogs. I like the music ones, who was spotted at what show, etc. David Bowie goes to all sorts of hipster shows in NYC. As does, apparently, David Byrne.
This is fabulous reading material:
http://www.davidbyrne.com/tour_journal_04.php
Enjoy.
Consequently I am reading blogs, mainly New York-centric ones. There is so much going on in NY. There are blogs about blogs. I like the music ones, who was spotted at what show, etc. David Bowie goes to all sorts of hipster shows in NYC. As does, apparently, David Byrne.
This is fabulous reading material:
http://www.davidbyrne.com/tour_journal_04.php
Enjoy.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Strangers Part Deux
While pretending to watch the Superbowl at Bench Buddy's loft last night, my mood snapped. Because my skin is not thick enough yet, I had to leave the party early, miss the Pats win, and spend an hour commuting home listening to extremely sad music while plotting my return to Boston.
When I got back to my apartment, some dude held the door open for me. Very nice. People in my building are prone to slamming the door in your face. Ah, New York. Anyway, he took the elevator up and I took the stairs, as I fear the elevator and wanted to walk off my mood as much as possible. When I got to the top of the stairs, he was waiting for me! He'd opened the door (you have to unlock it) for me.
The kindness of strangers, again, has profound effects on your mood. Just as I was thinking that everyone is mean and manipulative and out to get me, somebody did something nice and unnecessary and improved my mood ten-fold without even trying to do so.
He said "I won," and I said "But you risked your life getting in that elevator." He said "Did you watch the game?" and I said "Well, I was at a function where the game was being watched but then realized that I wasn't watching it and that my time would be better spent reading a book." He said "Yeah, I work at a restaurant and everyone was watching the game and I left as soon as I could. Drinking a beer by myself is better than watching some stupid game I don't care about."
I should have said "Well, if you want company for that beer, let me know," but instead I just smiled and walked away and felt better about the world.
When I got back to my apartment, some dude held the door open for me. Very nice. People in my building are prone to slamming the door in your face. Ah, New York. Anyway, he took the elevator up and I took the stairs, as I fear the elevator and wanted to walk off my mood as much as possible. When I got to the top of the stairs, he was waiting for me! He'd opened the door (you have to unlock it) for me.
The kindness of strangers, again, has profound effects on your mood. Just as I was thinking that everyone is mean and manipulative and out to get me, somebody did something nice and unnecessary and improved my mood ten-fold without even trying to do so.
He said "I won," and I said "But you risked your life getting in that elevator." He said "Did you watch the game?" and I said "Well, I was at a function where the game was being watched but then realized that I wasn't watching it and that my time would be better spent reading a book." He said "Yeah, I work at a restaurant and everyone was watching the game and I left as soon as I could. Drinking a beer by myself is better than watching some stupid game I don't care about."
I should have said "Well, if you want company for that beer, let me know," but instead I just smiled and walked away and felt better about the world.
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